Never on the Lips
by Tainted.Body
Summary: Harry's absent from time to time but to where and with who? DMHP Short and Sweet. Explicit I think...def. rated MA.


Never on the Lips

Disclaimer : I don't own them and that's quite all right.

Warnings : Some language, rough sex, and the like

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"See you tomorrow, then, Potter?"

Harry nodded as he slugishly dressed himself. It was damned shameful what he was doing. He wondered what everyone would say if they knew. He wondered if anyone suspected. They had to, he reasoned with himself. They all had to wonder where the Golden Boy disappeared to every now and then. He would be gone for an hour or so sometimes, at others half a day, once even two days straight...that time quite against his will.

He straightened his robes and ran a hand through his hair. Not that it ever helped. He left one of the rooms he frequented on these absences and made his way to the Gryfindor rooms. This time he'd been left exhausted. He only wanted to make it into his bed without any obstacles. Damned be the homework he needed to turn in tomorrow. Damned be the Potion's Master who'd most likely give him detention.

Declaring the password the portrait, he crossed his fingers and offered a silent prayer to any god who might help him get to his bed unnoticed. Failure. As soon as the door opened there stood Ron.

"Harry, I was just about to go looking for you. Where you been?"

Harry sighed, "Around. You shouldn't worry so much."

"How would we not worry!" It was Hermione's voice who called out now from behind Ron, "You're gone all the time. Have you even finished the three rolls of parchment Snape asked for?"

"Mostly. I'm tired now." Harry said dryly and began towards his room. When had he become so detached? He had a feeling it started much before his absences.

"Harry?"

Harry turned back to Hermione. She seemed to be wondering the same thing he was. He smiled at her ruefully, "You know how things are, Hermione. Everything...Even if I am the-boy-who-lived, it all gets to me sooner or later."

He turned again back to the stairs. It was true. That was how it had started. So many expectations for the Golden Boy. How could he manage to be just Harry and Harry-the-bloody-boy-who-lived-Potter? Maybe that's why he did it. A way to escape and do something no one expected. Something so absolutely out of the lines. Something even he hated down to the core.

He undressed and slipped into his bed wearing only his boxers. He placed a silencing charm on his bed and listened to make sure that he'd done it correctly so he could hear the outside noises, then called out to Neville who had been preparing himself for bed when Harry walked in. When Neville didn't answer Harry was content and lay back.

Harry closed his eyes and instantly the images he craved flooded his mind. The absence from only a few hours ago replayed vividly for him. Slowly, sensually, his own memories teasing him. He slipped his boxers off and moved to kneel on the bed. He rocked his hips slowly as if humping the air, letting the heat build up in his groin. One of his hands wrapped itself tightly around his growing errection. In his head he was being sucked with such ferocity it almost hurt. Harry moaned, remembering a set of teeth gently scraping his length.

His breathing quickened and he slipped his fingers into his mouth, suckling them. He gasped as he grasped himself a bit harder than was pleasurable. Just like Him. He doubled over on the bed his ass high in the air. He pulled his fingers out of his mouth and ran them down his body. They ended at his ass, playing with his entrance.

He began panting now, not unlike a dog, as he pumped himself harder and faster. Pleasure shooting to every part of his body. He gave a small scream as he rammed two fingers into his ass. He moved them around inside and in and out. Gods it was a good feeling but it was so much better when He did it. Possibly because He did it with the intention of hurting Harry as well as giving him pleasure.

He snuck a third finger in, giving another small scream and moved faster. He was so close now. His breaths became short and ragged. His hands doing a too marvelous job he came faster than he would've liked. He fell back and stared at his hands. He was a slut. He couldn't wait until these were His hands tomorrow. He wanted His mouth and His penis.

Harry ran his cum covered hand down his chest. He let his breathing regulate before he reached under his pillow for his wand and cleaned himself off. He slipped back into his boxers and under the covers. He closed his eyes and damned himself for wanting someone he hated but gods the sex.

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Harry handed his parchment over to Snape.

Snape glared down at the parchment, "The assignment, Potter, was three parchments and not one. Fifty points from Gryfindor."

There was a collective groan from the Gryfindors. Harry could care less. He'd saved himself from detention, that's what he'd been worrying about all along.

Content at the uneventful way the remainder of his time with Snape had gone, Harry got up, ready to move to the next class. Much to his surprised displeasure, Hermione and Ron followed close behind.

"Shame you didn't score a detention, Potter."

Harry ignored the voice behind him and kept walking. Suddenly his hand was jerked back and he swirled around.

"You never quit do you?" Ron said angrily.

"You will not ignore me, Potter. I was talking you to." Malfoy hissed ignoring Ron.

"Malfoy, let Harry go." Hermione said in a more or less demanding voice.

"On the other hand you, filthy mu--"

"Don't you say it!" Harry jerked his hand away.

"Say what? Mudblood?" Malfoy smirked. His eyes dared Harry to take action.

Harry took up the unspoken dare and landed a punch square on Malfoy's jaw, "Piss off, Malfoy."

"Harry, you shouldn't have done that!" Hermione said, concerned and reached to pull Harry away from Malfoy. Ron followed her example and began to gently shove Harry away.

Malfoy caught himself before he fell to the floor. Crabbe and Goyle rushed at Harry.

"Don't. He's mine." Malfoy said as he steadied himself and wiped at the trickle of blood running down the side of his chin. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Harry.

"We'll be having none of that, Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall warned as she stepped into view.

Malfoy cursed under his breath and waited patiently for her dictation on the events she must have witnessed.

She turned away from Malfoy so that she could face both him and Harry. "Both you and Mr. Potter are to present yourselves in my office shortly after dinner, is that clear?"

Both Harry and Malfoy nodded. They glared at each other one last time before going their seperate ways.

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"Cheer up, Harry. I'm sure McGonagall won't go too hard on you. After all, Malfoy provoked you!" Ron tried to console his friend unaware that Harry was discontent for a whole different reason. If they were held up with McGonagall for too long Harry would not get a chance to feel those hands tonight.

"It's true, Harry. Though, you really didn't have to punch him for saying what he did. I mean...he often does." Hermione added unaware that Harry had only punched Malfoy because he'd been silently dared.

Nonetheless, Harry nodded in agreement and attempted a smile. He chanced a glance at the Slytherin table and caught Malfoy's malicious glare.

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Harry knocked on McGonagall's door. Malfoy arrived shortly after him and stood silently, waiting for permission to enter the office.

The door opened and a surprised McGonagall appeared, "Yes?"

"You asked for us to come...about earlier." Harry answered slowly.

"Ah, yes, so I did. However, boys, we'll have to reschedule I'm actually on my way out, seems Hagrid has caused a bit of mess and well...Excuse me." She rushed past them and disappeared down the hall.

Harry turned to leave as well, relieved, for once, by Hagrid's clumsiness.

"Where are you going?"

"None of your business, Malfoy." Harry responded coldly.

"I think it's in your best interests, right now, to watch your words Potter." Malfoy warned and took a step towards Harry.

"You've never scared me Malfoy." Harry replied taking a step toward Malfoy. His hand slipping into his pocket for his wand.

"Tch. You forget I owe you for earlier, Potter." Malfoy put a hand on his half swollen lip and gave Harry another malicious glare.

"Piss off, Malfoy. I'm going to bed." Harry turned and began to walk away.

Malfoy grabbed for Harry's hair and pulled it hard, making the other boy yell as his head fell back. "Are you sure you want to turn your back on me, Potter?"

"Fuck. You. Malfoy." Harry spat trying desperately to free himself from the unwelcomed pain.

"No, Potter, on the contrary. Fuck you." Malfoy smirked and pushed Harry up against the nearest wall pinning his wrists against the cold stone.

"What are you doing?"

Malfoy rubbed his knee up against Harry's inner thigh and grinned. He touched his lips to Harry's so that he was breathing into his mouth, "Isn't it obvious? I'm going to fuck you."

"You're mental, get off me." Harry's mind raced. His eyes darted around the hallway. Empty and dark. They were alone.

Malfoy nipped at Harry's lower lip. "You don't want this, Potter? How about this?"

Harry let out a loud gasp as Malfoy pushed his knee deep into Harry's groin. Malfoy laughed. Low and dangerous. Sexy.

"You see? You want it so badly." He moved to Harry's ear and licked it, "You want me to fuck you so hard. You want me to fuck your mind away until you're screaming my name. Tell me you want it, Potter. Tell me you want me to come inside of you."

"No." Harry managed to groan. He bit Malfoy's ear hard, tasting hot iron in his mouth.

The blond jerked away violently and back slapped Harry. "You bastard! You will tell me you want it and you will do it now!"

Harry grabbed at his cheek and spat Malfoy's blood back at him now mingled with a bit of his own, "No."

Malfoy wiped at his face with his sleeve as Harry ran down the hall, "I told you not to turn your back on me, Potter."

Harry managed to make it to the end of the hall and into a classroom. He looked at the only piece of furniture in the room, a desk up against the far wall, and quickly made to move it against the door but before he even slipped his hand into his pocket for his wand Malfoy entered the room.

"You aren't very bright, Potter. If you really wanted to get away, you should have never stopped running." Malfoy rushed at Harry and pushed him back onto another wall pinning him, this time with his whole body, "Do you feel that Potter?"

Harry turned his face away from Malfoy and shoved his hands between their bodies.

"You and your pesky hands," Malfoy pinned them against the wall again, this time only using one of his own, "Can't you keep them to yourself?"

"Likewise, Malfoy." Harry said through clenched teeth.

"Well, I would, but look how excited you are." Malfoy reached down with his free hand and grabbed Harry's undeniable errection, "How about now, Potter? Do you want to tell me how much you want me to fuck you?"

Harry ignored him. He was too busy trying not to scream as Malfoy continued to squeez him painfully.

"Ignoring me again, are you?" Malfoy pulled back, leaving Harry's hands unattended and ripped Harry's robes open then again pinned his wrists with one hand while the other quickly undid Harry's pants with masterful fingers. In no time Harry's pants and boxers lay at his ankles. "We'll see how much longer you can manage to ignore me."

Harry gasped as Malfoy's hand wrapped itself around his erection. Gods it was better than anything he could manage on his own. He struggled to keep himself from humping into Malfoy's fist but he lost the fight. Malfoy's hands were magic and death. Pleasure and pain. Harry lost his will.

"Tsk. Mr. Potter, you should know better." Malfoy released Harry's penis and slapped it more than lightly. The other boy moaned and writhed enjoying the short shot of sweat pain, "Did you like that? Hm? Harry."

Harry felt his knees buckle. If Malfoy breathed his name out so slowly again in his ear he'd come. "Don't."

Malfoy laughed that same low laugh again and rubbed his thumb, teasingly over the tip of Harry's errection. "You're already wet. You're such a slut, Harry. Here, I'll make things more fun for you. Instead of just telling me you do want me to fuck you I'll ask you this..." He slipped his tongue into Harry's ear and out again, "What do you want me to do...Harry?"

God's he always purred his name. It drove Harry mad. He wanted to bite Malfoy again and get another chance to run but it was too late now. He was caught in the web and Malfoy would not be bansished until he had his fill of his prey.

He gasped as his erection was slapped again this time harder and then long fingers on his balls. "Ah...I..I--"

Another firm squeez, "What Harry? What do you want?"

"Shit--Ah...I want you to s- ah- suck me!" Harry instantly felt his hands being released and soft kisses on his penis.

"Like this?" Malfoy took Harry in and bit lightly. He smiled at the other's yelp and continued pulling him in completely. He pulled the erection back out just as quickly, barely touching his lips around it, "Is that what you want?"

"Dammit, Malfoy. No. No. Harder! Suck me harder!" Harry grabbed a handful of Malfoy's hair and pulled.

"Then you'll have to tell me, Harry. Every step of the way what you want and how, otherwise only one of us will go away from this satisfied." Malfoy took the penis back in his mouth and did as Harry had instructed sucking him deep and hard. Working his tongue around it and scrapping his teeth. He held Harry's hips down to keep him from humping.

"Yessss...Ah!" Harry panted, throwing his head from side to side. Malfoy was a sex god. "I'm coming! Ah...Draco!"

Malfoy swallowed Harry's cum and smiled as he stood up. He pinned Harry with his body again, rubbing his own erection against Harry, "Do you feel that?"

Harry shuddered with a new anticipation. He lay his head on Malfoy's shoulder and nodded, "Yes."

"What then, Mr. Potter, shall I do with it?" Malfoy whispered hoarsly. He began undoing his robes.

Harry smirked in the darkness of the room and licked Malfoy's neck. He made his way to Malfoy's ear and bit, this time teasingly, "Shove it up your own ass."

Harry pushed Malfoy to the floor and picked up his pants from around his ankles, failing to buckle them as he moved to the door.

"Not fast enough, Potter." Malfoy said as he furiously grabbed Harry and pushed him back to the desk at the end of the room. "You and your damned hands."

Harry scrambled for his wand only to realize Malfoy had not only already ripped his robes off but cuffed his hands together. Harry fought against the handcuffs. "Uncuff me, Malfoy. DO IT!"

Malfoy grinned and pushed Harry up onto the desk. With another flick of his wand Harry's pants were at his ankles again. "If you promise not to kick I'll fix that for you."

"Go to hell." Harry spat and lashed out as Malfoy reached for his leg.

"All in due time, Harry." He smiled bitterly and moved in on Harry again, wand steady in his hand, "You forget I hold the winning cards in this game. You didn't want to play nicely and so now I'll have no choice than to be rough but you like that. Don't you, Harry?"

Harry flinched as Malfoy's wand dug itself into his thigh. He didn't move this time as Malfoy made to remove his shoes and pants. He was half naked now, prisoner to this merciless sex god. He shivered with anticipation.

He clenched his eyes shut trying to keep his composure. Fighting off his erection was never an easy task. His breathing came with more difficulty. He felt himself, gain a bit of egde. It was Malfoy, for Merlin's sake.

Malfoy brought his hand down hard on Harry's thigh, savoring the short moment in which Harry yelled, "Open your eyes, Potter. I want you to watch me undress."

Harry kept his eyes closed and felt the consequences as Malfoy brought down his hand once again. Still Harry refused, provoking Malfoy, seeking a third, fourht, fifth blow. Suddenly a set of lips were lightly on his, stealing his breath.

"Are you enjoying it? Tell me what you want?" He bit Harry's lip hard drawing blood, letting it flow into his mouth without ever releasing his hold.

"Hit me." Harry answered before he could stop himself but regretting only that he hadn't further provoked Malfoy. The blond was rougher when Harry enfuriated him.

Malfoy smirked and brought his hand down again.

"Harder." Harry groaned, squirming. He struggled to find the right place for his cuffed hands.

"On the back of your neck." Malfoy ordered as he brought his hand down again. Harder.

Harry did as he was told, "More."

Malfoy brought his hand down once more, twice, thrice, until it hurt him. The other boy had long ago stopped asking for it he merely squirmed in delight as he was struck though his eyes cried. Malfoy admired the redened skin. He pinched it hard and laughed when Harry expressed pain, "You're in a predicament Potter."

Harry looked down at his erection through blurred vision and then at the bludge in Malfoy's pants, "Likewise."

Malfoy smiled. Potter fancied that word, he noticed. He watched as Harry's hand's moved to free the captured erection, an easy task even with the cuffs. Malfoy smiled a purely evil and slapped Harry's hand's away, "Do it with your mouth."

Harry wiped his last tear away and looked up at Malfoy, blinking, "That's impossible."

"I wasn't asking you." Malfoy hissed.

Harry got to his knees without another word. Thanking the gods for Malfoy's lack of belt. He used his tongue and teeth, desperate to get the task over with while wondering how long it would be for the blond to lose his patience. Realizing he was the only one losing patience. He couldn't hold out any longer yet he didn't dare use his hands. Not now. Finally he freed the button and bit at the zipper pulling it down. He moved to pull down Malfoy's pants when he was pulled up.

"That's enough. Unbutton your shirt." Malfoy pulled his erection out. He hardly shed his clothes. It was Harry's body which needed to be exposed. Such lovely silky skin. He'd never felt the other's chest against his own but seeing it alone was bliss. Touching his fingertips to it. Teasing the nipples, biting them until they turned a painful hue of purple. Harry Potter was delicious.

Harry stared at Malfoy. It seemed that again it would be as naked as he would get. He finished unbuttoning his shirt and dared to reach for Malfoys. Please, he prayed silently as he nervously continued down the line of troublesome buttons. He undid the last one and sighed. It was rare he got to see this golden body. It was a sight. His body was perfect and who would expect less from the sex god. Harry licked his lips.

Malfoy looked on through half open eyes. This time, then, maybe he would let Harry have this much. Tonight, it was an exceptional night. Special in all the bitterness it held.

Harry reached out with his hands. It felt just as soft as it looked. Milky, he wondered if it would taste sweet. He leaned in slowly and licked a nipple. He bit lightly, nibbled, but it ended all too quick and he was pushed away. He looked up at Malfoy.

"We'll be finishing this off now." Was all the blond boy offered as he once again pulled Harry up. He pushed him back onto the desk. He lifted and spread Harry's legs out of the way without a second thought.

"No, wait, not--"

Malfoy turned deaf to Harry's protests and pushed himself into Harry, hard. Gods it burned but it was so good. Harry was always so deliciously tight and hot. He pulled back slowly, almost completely then rammed himself in just as hard as the first time.

Harry bit his lip to keep himself from screaming but his tears flowed freely. Malfoy had never been so rough when he entered Harry. Always there had been something to ease the process. Today, no doubt Malfoy was anxious and much more enraged than usual.

Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy's neck. His attemps to adjust to the pain failing. He caught Malfoy's ear between his teeth, "Touch me."

Malfoy continued his rough thrusts, gaining speed and heat. His breathing came only in quick short intakes. As if breathing now took effort away from other things. He reached for Harry's erection absently following the whispered order. He pumped in rhythm with his thrusts. His free hand wrapped itself around Harry possesively. No one would ever have the Golden Boy...Harry, "You're mine."

Harry bit Malfoy's shoulder and dug his nails feircely into his back. Panting, gasping, clawing, as he thrust up to meet everyone one of Malfoy's thrusts. He felt his climax coming needing it but at the same time hating it. It would be over as soon as he came. Until another night and when would that be?

"Draco." Harry wrapped his arms around Malfoy as best he could with the cuffs holding his wrists prisoners. He wrapped his legs around the other body and threw his head back, "Draco!"

Malfoy let go of Harry's penis and gave one last thrust coming after the other. He held Harry tight until his breathing regulated. He pulled out and made to pull away from Harry's feirce hold but he would not be moved, "What's gotten into you, Potter? Let go of me."

Harry kept his face deep in Malfoy's neck, breathing in the bitter scent of sweat. He pulled away but kept his hands locked firmly on Malfoy's neck, "Why do we keep doing this?"

Malfoy sneered and freed himself of Harry. He picked his wand up off the floor. With a flick they were both clean, with another Harry was freed, "It's only sex, Potter. You shouldn't dwell too much on it."

Harry lay back on the desk and stared as Malfoy dressed himself. He was going about it rather slowly. Lingering and thoughtful, Harry wondered but his thoughts lost themselves. Surely, he had to be imagening things. Why would Malfoy linger? It's not as if he wanted to make the moment last longer. The way Harry had tried to hold on to him because he couldn't deny that his heart reacted to Malfoy's claim of ownership. That it wasn't just his body that ached for Malfoy. Though, now after so long how could anyone change the way things were. It was too late for anything other than just sex. And Harry continued to stare, confused as to why his heart seemed to break lately each time he saw Malfoy walk away.

"You just going to lay there then..." It wasn't really a question, being as it wasn't really spoken to be heard. Really, Malfoy wanted another arguement. A reason to stay behind a while longer. Once he left this room it would be the end of it all and never again would he hold the other. He reasoned with himself that the sex was just that good. After all, how many others could possibly feel and taste like Harry? The reasoning made no sense, Malfoy was never much for reasoning because most reasoning was unreasonable to him. He found he often preferred to lie even, and mostly, to himself. This feeling, this sudden urge to remain a while longer because Potter lay on that desk looking so damned heated and needy wasn't just because of the sex even if the sex was that good.

"Malfoy..." Harry sat up and slid off the desk. He reached down and pulled up his boxers and pants taking his time, hoping Malfoy wouldn't ignore him and simply leave.

Malfoy slipped on his shoes and straightened his robes. He looked down at himself one last time and gave Harry a secret glance as he turned towards the door.

"Y'know, I meant to ask you. It's been on my mind for a while but it seems we hardly ever talk." He waited, praying Malfoy would stop and listen. He sighed, when the blond stopped. He moved to quickly pick up his robes and make sure his wand was in place before he moved to stand behind Malfoy. He opened his mouth to speak but his voice betrayed him. He wanted this, now that they finally had a chance to be at peace and alone. Harry couldn't remember the last time, if ever, they had been like this.

"I've no time to waste, " It was true. He needed to leave because he would be no more after this night. The last passionate night alongside the object of his most dearest and forbidden desires. He'd almost hoped Harry would say something to give him a reason to stay. Though, really what reason could ever over power his decision? His mind was made up and everyone would be waiting for him. To leave it all for one more night with the-boy-who-lived, what would be the punishment?

A hand reached out for black robes, blindly in the darkness. A sudden plea, "I've noticed and I wonder if you have as well...It's not important. Peculiar, maybe. But we've...I mean never, not really, truly, ever...Shared a kiss?"

Malfoy froze. Harry's pull on his robes was firm and unrelenting but it wasn't this that caused him to stop because it was true wasn't it? Never had he actually dared share a kiss with this boy. Now he realized that unless the brunette recieved some sort of acceptable answer his departure would continue to be delayed and he teetered quite against his will on the idea of not answering if only to waste time. Still, really, he had no time to waste, "I never meant to kiss you. From the beginning I knew that I would not. Strange that, to me, it seemed much more intimate than my prick in your arse."

"Right," Harry responded and released his hold on Malfoy. "I suppose I always felt the same also."

Malfoy nodded, "Goodbye Potter."

Harry panicked. He looked up at the blond's back as it moved father away and without warning or thought he rushed forward one last time and wrapped himself around the other. Not knowing what might come next and not caring if the other turned and hit him again because he understood now. The roughness, the lingering, the calm togetherness it was all because of that 'goodbye' that at this moment threatened Harry's sanity.

"Again with your pestering hands, Potter!" Malfoy turned but remained, unwillingly trapped in the embrace.

"You're supposed to say something along the lines of 'See you around' or 'tomorrow' or 'next month' even I can wait as long as it's not just goodbye. Tomorrow during potions you need to sneer and make fun of my friends. During lunch you need to cast dark threats with your eyes. On the field..." his voice broke and he hated himself as he understood another more troublesome thing. It was his heart that ached most for Malfoy, "...nearly kill me to get what you want."

"You're a pathetic poof. Had I known when I first cornered you in that hall that you'd end up looking up at me with that stupid expression I would've never done it. All for a kiss? Is that what you want to let me be now? Seems you've forgotten what we are. Above all, first and foremost, you and I...Potter, are nothing more than enemies." His cold voice could have frozen the sun as the words slipped through his lips. His eyes were unyeilding, daring Harry to remain attached.

Harry took the dare, uncaring for the tone and the words he'd almost not expected. He pushed his lips onto Malfoy's and kissed him deeply. With a hunger and thirst that seemed endless. His need for those lips would not be satiated. Then his kisses were returned and arms wrapped around him, silently speaking, renewing, and strengthening the previous claim.

Alas without air one cannot be and the kiss was broken. Malfoy looked down at Harry. Wordless because it seemed he had nothing to say. He'd also wanted to taste Harry in this most intimate way the experience was not to be forgotten and now the goodbye must be repeated and enforced. He turned once more towards the door. He pulled free of Harry's loosening grip and reached for the door knob.

"You'll be leaving then? I know where you're going and quite possibly why, so I don't question you...I won't see you again, will I...Draco?"

Malfoy's back straightened as he looked back over his shoulder. A typical Malfoy grin on his lips, "Surely, you've enough common sense to know that we will. I have no doubt. At the end of the line, Potter, we'll end up in the same bloody place."

Harry said nothing. He was alone then in that room. He shook his head not understanding what these tears were. This time there was no pain yet the tears...They wouldn't stop. This was what it felt like to be in love? Then this ache in his heart was what it felt like to be heartbroken?

Harry walked out of the room. Not even the echo of Malfoy's footsteps on the stone floors remained. He would've liked to hear them it would have been a last ray of hope. For what, he wasn't sure but it seemed right to think that way.

He smiled bitterly as he remembered Malfoy's words. He really was a pathetic poof. Was that really so bad, though? Pathetic as he was he was even now thinking there had to be another way out at the end of all this. Death was not the only way to escape after the dark years of war that loomed dangerously over all. In the end, hell was not the only place for reunions.


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